saying ugly things, to an ugly thing
2026-07-30
aye man,
everyone that knows me knows i'm kind as fuck.
one might even call it overcompensation of the things i'm not gonna reveal,
one wouldn't be wrong.
but there is a tiny group of people,
to whom i've been a mad asshole to,
and i am what i am,
because i am what i am.
i sometimes feel sorry for being an asshole,
then i feel it was just.
i sometimes feel sorry for being too kind,
then i say fuck it,
be the love that's hard to find,
be the one to say fuck you, trust me it's true.
you ain't getting nothing from me, when you're ready i'll give it to you.
AITA? am i the asshole?
this role god bestowed
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